'Her Red Raincoat'

When it falls,and patters
With my thoughts about her;they are mine
I clip my handkerchief-painted dolphins
Around the left corner of my chest
And be a child again,to be loved.

My tangled hair,they sail free,
Alone in the warm breeze of her fragrance
Mingled addictively with the smell of mud-
By the very first drop.We are growing,
If one could stop us.

My half-folded pant,blue shoes
With the colors-her love
Is what that I would wear or not.
They soothe,and bring her near
When it starts raining,and I would say.

'It's raining dear so I have come
To ask your love,well kept so long
If it could fit,now why it won't!'
Then I shall have-her 'Red Raincoat'.

(So I could add my name in it)
 
~ Shashi Raj Pandey